She chuckles, low and quiet. Her hands find the chain of the pendant and she gingerly places it around his neck again. Her arms settle around his shoulders and she bends her head to nuzzle his cheek,

"I promise, I'll do my best not to fuck this up. Or let my friends fuck this up." Playful as her words are, there's also a solemnity there. "I just want us to be able to talk to one another. Even when we're -- not at our best."